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Wednesday was just one of those days that veteran moms warn you about while you’re pregnant. Those days where you are drained of patience but still have to push through, those days where NOTHING will make your little one happy, those days where you go in the bathroom to breath and cry a little. Needless to say it was not fun. I counted down the minutes until my husband got home, and of course he had to work a little late (because that’s just how it goes); I desperately needed just a little help.
I needed a break, and bad. Once I got 5 minutes to eat and take a second I felt alright, and then the mom guilt set in to go back and be with my husband and baby. She was being cute and happy with daddy and I wanted to be apart of that. You guys, thank goodness for my husband that night because he made me go in and have some “mommy” time. I don’t think I would have done it without him pretty much forcing me, but why?
Why do we feel like we have to be with our little ones constantly? Why, as moms, do we feel guilty for taking an hour to just be alone?
I took a bubble bath that night. I put my headphones in and listened to some relaxing, (non-Disney) music (aka my Jason Mraz station on Pandora). I couldn’t hear if the baby was crying, if she was being absolutely adorable, or if the dog was barking, and it was amazing. I leisurely scrolled through Pinterest with no guilt and with no constraints. I wasn’t searching for anything or any answers, so I could just look and listen and relax. I didn’t realize how much I had needed it until I got out. I felt rejuvenated and refreshed. I was ready to make tomorrow a better day, and I was ready to happily soothe a cranky baby.
With Mother’s Day approaching, everyone is talking about gifts and wonderful brunches, but ladies we need to pamper ourselves more than just once a year. You know that saying “Happy wife, happy life?” It really should say “Happy wife, happy baby, happy life.” No more mom guilt for handing the baby to the hubby or sitter or friend or who ever you trust to take an hour and just breath and relax because having this time (at least in my humble opinion), makes for a better mom. You have more patience for the tantrums or epic spit ups or blowouts; *gasp* you may even see some humor in them because you’re not completely and utterly drained.
Celebrate this beautiful thing that is motherhood this Sunday, but also celebrate yourself all throughout the year with a little “you” time.
What do you like to do to relax and recharge? Tell me in the comments below.